The Days of Andy

“Andy has had an accident. Can you go to Chetumal?”

These words defined our New Year.

Since we and Andy went our separate ways from the chilly mountains of Sierra Madre to go in search of water pumps and tropical Christmas’ we’d been playing leap-frog around southern Mexico, exchanging emails about where each of us was heading to next, revising suggested rendezvous points as our dynamic plans changed almost daily. Andy spent Christmas diving in Puerto Escondido on the West coast. We intended to spend our Christmas on the East coast, South of Veracruz but found only disappointment there. Guide books are subjective things and our guide book lead us to believe that our chosen Christmas destination was a place of tranquillity, endless beaches and culinary delights. It transpired to be a coastline of scruffy villages, barbed wire fences and scowling faces. We felt as welcome as a turd in a coffee pot and left swiftly. A six hundred mile drive along the coast to the Yucatan ensued and we found our corner of paradise fifty miles down a dirt track in the middle of nowhere at four o’clock on Christmas Eve.
IMG_jungle roadThe track bumped us along limestone bedrock, between jungle palms and savannah, into mile upon mile of mangrove and eventually to a remote lagoon with flamingos and pelicans as our festive neighbours. The ruins of Isla De Jaina were lapped by the turquoise waters of the Gulf of Mexico and it was all ours. Beside the lagoon we made a long-deserted visitor centre our home for Christmas.
IMG_visitor centre1Hammocks were slung, the tent was pitched on the terrace of the visitor centre and our days were filled with swimming, eating and watching sunsets and wildlife.
IMG_dinnerChristmas dinner, lunch and selected nibbles consisted of caviar, coconuts, cottage cheese, steak and garlic shrimps. An eclectic mix of our favourite foods (not all eaten together!). It had been a hard won paradise-Christmas but we found it and loved every second of it. We had our very own visitor centre, a fifty-metre high observation tower, the company of birds, tapirs, wild cats and manatees. It took three days of hard driving and nights in a selection of pay-by-the-hour love hotels but we got there in the end.

One of the better Love Hotels!
From the ruins of Isla De Jaina we drove East to Bacalar, a small town on the shore of another turquoise lagoon of the same name. The lagoon was beautiful and the town was quiet but there was something missing. We still dreamt of having at least one margarita for Christmas, but we weren’t going to find it in Bacalar. We drove on to Majahual. Eight Years previously Majahual had been the scene of a very fondly remembered Christmas with a fellow called Raoul, his young wife and a scorpion up my trousers. (Another story for another time.) Majahual was devastated by a hurricane in 2007 and we were keen to see if Raoul was still there and if a margarita could be had on the silvery sands of the village.

Since the hurricane and huge rebuilding programme has taken place and the people of Majahual have done a good job of bringing a devastated village back to life. Unfortunately however, the isolated charm and thatched cabanas have been replaced by concrete hotels and party-all-night bars. Its not the place it used to be and Raoul is no longer there. We found his house but it is long abandoned and just a shell of what it once was. We drove down the old coast road, dodging deep potholes and dogs to find an alternative place to stay. We found it and we even found our margaritas but neither us nor John found the tranquillity we sought. With hoards of unfriendly dogs in every direction we spent our time fending them off and protecting John. We’d have moved on again had it not been for our intended rendezvous with Andy. He was hot on our heals and due to meet us the next day, intending to overnight in Bacalar to avoid riding after dark and spend New Year with us.

“Andy has had an accident. Can you go to Chetumal?”

These were the words that Liz read through sleepy eyes at six-thirty the next morning. The email said little else but we believed he had a suspected broken ankle. We piled ourselves and John into the Niva and drove South to the border city of Chetumal via Bacalar to collect Andy from the hospital and his bags from the police. There are three police forces in Mexico – the Municipal Police, the State Police and the Federal Police. None of them in Bacalar had his bags and a few hours of detective work ensued. Everything Andy had in Mexico was in those bags (including his insurance documents) and it was vital that we tracked it down. Finally we found it in a Police holding yard, still strapped to a motorbike that had bounced hard very recently. Eventually we also found Andy. The sight was shocking.

Bloodied sheets, bloodied body, a drip, broken and dislocated ankle, broken knee and broken ribs. He lay on a beaten up gurney in a corridor looking as alone as anyone I have ever seen. He had been the victim of a hit and run accident as he rode into Bacalar at 4:00pm the afternoon before. A rural pick-up style bus had done a U-turn right in front of him. He’d done his best to swerve out of the way but it clipped his knee and bike at around sixty miles per hour. He said he could remember trying to stay conscious, unable to move and wandering if the next vehicle to come along would finish the job off. It was one of those accidents that could happen at any time, anywhere in the world. Unfortunately it was Andy’s time.

It was perfectly clear that Andy was not going anywhere anytime soon and we relocated to be closer to him. We spent New Year’s Eve with at the hospital and beside the lagoon at Bacalar after all but there wasn’t much celebration taking place, more drowning of sorrows if anything, despite the view.
IMG_New Year
There are two hospitals in Chetumal, one for the people who can afford to pay their taxes and the other is for all those people who have very little in the world. Andy was with the poor, where the minimum of care is given, where resources are stretched beyond breaking point and where staff do their best but its not good enough. We have known Andy for over ten years and he is one of our closest friends. Many a good evening has been spent putting the world to rights or talking of or woes, laughing and sharing the good times and the bad together. We know Andy a hell of a lot better now. Between the three of us we have shared bed baths, sworn, shouted (a lot), stolen equipment, made tea, cried and laughed. It has been an unmitigated week of hell for Andy, for us, for his family and his friends. It has also been a week that has shown us what friendship really means, the kindness of relative strangers (again), the complete lack of compassion by others and just what teamwork can achieve. We waved Andy off from the airport yesterday, bound for a hospital in England, an operation and a few months of mending.
We were on hand and able to be at his bedside but so many other people rallied round for Andy and got him home. His sister and wider family in the UK, his girlfriend, Gary and Danielle in Mexico City, America in Chetumal, Louis in Bacalar. One thing is for sure; Andy is well loved by a lot of people.

Andy, we love you dearly and will send you the hospital bill soon.

Oh, and P.S. Happy New Year everyone.


5 thoughts on “The Days of Andy

  1. Met Andy a couple of years ago when he helped us pick up our new boat. Lovely chap. Great blog, I’ll be reading more. Happy travels and a Happy New Year. Jeanna from SY DecaDance 🙂

  2. I’m really relief now he’s in good hands, and at home were he can fell the warmth ond cuddles from the people that he loves, three hurrrays for him, cos he’s been brave and courageous. Have spend those days here in Mexico have been really though. But hope to see him again in a future.

  3. The downside of modern technology is that, when nothing is heard on the various media for a few weeks you KNOW that something is probably wrong. And so it was that I had composed and was just about to send a PM when your update arrived! That has been a traumatic time for you both and yet that is little when compared to what Andy has gone through. As you have highlighted in the text, friendships are what see people through bad times and tips the balance against the “lack of compassion” sometimes experienced. Naomi and I send our heartfelt wishes to Andy for a speedy recovery and hope that he can return to his adventure in the very near future. And, of course, ever onwards to the intrepid duo (trio..almost forgot John!!). We did wonder what the unusually shaped additional bed was to be used for in the “Love Hotel” but, on reflection , thought it more discrete not to ask! We have a small matter of a wedding to plan in April. You are both on our wish list of guests and hopefully you will raise a few bevvies to us on the 22 April. If embryonic plans come together we just might meet up before New Year 2014!! Slainte 🙂

  4. Hey amigos!
    I should have checked and commented sooner on how everyone is doing and where you’re at. I’ve subscribed so I won’t miss future updates.
    I gave Andy all my contact info when I last saw him in Chetumal but neglected to get any of his. Can you send me his e-mail or ask him to send me a message?
    Are you still in Belize? I agree with you that it’s a special place that, while small, seems to offer so much!
    I’m back in DC and once again in the routine of a wage slave but already planning the next big trip. Wish I was sweating in Central America with you!
    Saty safe.

    • Hey there Mathew, great to hear from you.
      Its also great to hear that you’re planning the next big trip. Where to?

      Belize is lovely! We’ve been here for over 3 months now and have a nice place to live half way between Belmopan and San Ignacio. We love it. The diversity of Belize is wonderful, no two days are the same and the people are lovely. We’re still kind of finding our feet around living here permanently but all’s looking good on that front so far. Fingers crossed.

      Andy is coming along well. He’s up and about and the leg is getting stronger. It’ll be a while but he’s doing ok. I’ll send you his details by email in a mo’. Hope life is good with you in DC. We popped in to see your Uncle before we left Bacalar but missed him. Say hi for us.

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